The Aqueduct Trail

Tucked neatly beneath the wooded trail
Beyond the suburban homes and quiet streets
Lies a gentle brook beneath the willows
With whispers of all hidden loves and truths
Time melts into an illusion
As my heart beats in sync with your own
Ears aware only of the trickling streams
Flowing down these Hudson Valley Hills
Past this Aqueduct Trail
No words uttered, no sound heard
Language holds no value in this moment
Only an unspoken langauge takes root
Of two lovers transcending past spoken word
Into a realm of human sensuality
Of the beauty of human touch
They alone know the depth of human love
Huddled under these giant oaks and creeks
Their love dances in the arms of the wood
Awakening this Aqueduct Trail
It remains within them
And yet
It is held in the arms of this natural world
Grasped by these tree branches
Rests beneath these rocks and stones
Swept by the wind as the messenger of truth
The life force uplifting this woodland
And beyond



a phone call at I believe two in the morning inspired this one. ugh family....

Scavengers

Lifeless corpses flung to the ground
Met by a vulture and a bloodthirsty hound
What was substance returns back to ash
Savages with hunger dying for some cash

All these bodies rotting in the light
Decaying and crumbling as they start to fight
Clawing the eyes out of the enemy
When really the true crime is not what they can see

Leasing, binding and all the cash around
Feeding at these bodies making not a sound
Biting and tearing limb by limb away
Getting all they can so the other goes away

Piles of bones on this whitered earth
Death is the shadow of a once hopeful birth
A pool of blood is only what remains
With an overcast and heavy pouring rain

Scavengers, Scanvengers is what you all have been
Time will not be so forgiving of your senseless games to win
Praying on the innocent who always wished you well
All for wordly desires here in which you dwell

Scavengers

Scavengers....

That is all you'll ever be